A/N Okay, the weirdest thing happened. One day, I am an unknown author to
but a few people. The next, I have SEVEN reviews on a NEW story. I freaked
out. But am glad to write for people
I have a new schedule, and this is how it goes:
A Thief's Life updated first.
Then Seven Axes.
Then Get to know each other.
Then... whatever I feel like updating! Hope that goes well.
Roach grumbled as he scaled another wall later that afternoon. What was he, a street rat and pickpocket, doing stealing statues off of Bag's walls? The first time he had expected a mere theft, but this building was guarded heavily by thorn bushes all around the wall. He climbed higher, wishing to be back at his den.
Roach was halfway up the building when he thought he saw a rose bush snake towards him, then stop abruptly. He shook his head. What chuffle, he thought with disgust. I'm going crazy like them mages who try to see the future. Roach looked up beyond the brick wall and saw a granite statue, shaped like a rose bush, nestled in between a couple of real briars.
Roach reached the top of the building and was about to snatch the statue when a rose shot out snared his hand, digging deep. He tugged, but the rose stayed firm, clasping on like a child to her toy.
The young thief groaned. Not now! He really was going mental. Whispering to it, he said lowly, "What are you? Some kind of... of mage tool?" A dull clunk of wood on brick sounded, like a person hitting a cane on a piece of stone.
The rose dug deeper, scarring the boy's hand. He yelped, and a door on the roof creaked open. "Who's there? It better ain't be some thief, trying to steal my roses!"
Roach bit his lip to stop from crying out in pain. What did that speaker think he was trying to steal, some bushes! The rose thorn pierced a muscle, and he yipped out loud like a wounded puppy.
The speaker, a woman, climbed out of the roof-door and headed towards Roach, snapping, "Get, whoever you are, move it!"
Roach winced in pain, forgetting his mission. The woman saw him, and raised the stick that she had been holded, and whipped it down.
A bush surged up in front of Roach. The thief's eyes widened. The bush had rose up? What was it? Magic? Well, the woman didn't look like she had magic... but certainly Roach didn't!
Roach jerked his hand, and finally loosed the barb from his hand. He looked down, and decided the jump wasn't long. He leapt, feet first, forgetting the stupid statue.
The woman yelled, "What was that, you little thief? Setting my plants against me! You-you- you mage!"
Roach almost laughed, but landing on the ground had jarred the nerves in his hand and sent waves of pain through him. He ran towards home, grasping the unscarred part of his injured hand.
"What is this? Fail an order by ME?" the Thief Lord raged. "This is disobedience, my thief!"
Roach quailed under the anger of the man. His hand throbbed, as if someone had slammed a hammer on it.
"And this will NOT get you ANY rewards, thief!" The man turned from the cringing thief. "Go."
Roach slipped away, the hand paining. A moon(That's a day, right? I mean, the moon comes out and all, but some people think it's a month. Well not in my fanfiction! :P) had passed, and the hand hurt as much as the day it was scarred. He growled at the rose bush, but then softened. Maybe he did have magic. Maybe his did-
No! Roach shook his head, and continued down the alley towards his den.
Swift and the gang ha managed to steal a whole roast chicken, but to a price. Slug had be wounded by a butcher's knife in the leg, and couldn't walk. He kicked out with his good leg in pain.
"Where is that wonderful lifestyle we were supposed to have, mates? Living offa rich Bag food. Instead, we get hurt just trying to stay alive. Huh! Some wonderful life!"
Roach entered, a strip of his shirt wrapped around his hand. Swift glared at the thief, asking, "Well?"
Roach ducked his head to prevent smacking himself on the ceiling, and muttered, "We don't get no reward."
Swift lashed out, catching the already wounded boy with a blow on the left arm, oppisite of the one that was wounded (I think).
"You! You lost us the respect of the Thief Lord, and we have only a day to meet his demands to theft from the mayor!"
Roach went to his corner, sore, hurt and tired. It had a been a long day, and dusk was coming. Swift rounded up the gang from areas around the den to inside it. He ordered Roach to stay. "You might lose us another robbery!"
The young boy felt hurt. He patted his patch of moss to calm himself, and gnawed on the leftover chicken. Nothing was getting better for him. Petting the moss, he realized with a jolt that it was dry.
He stepped out cautiously, looking around, then slipped behind the alley where a dripped water line supplied the gang with the small amount of water they have. He cupped his hands and ignored the shoot of pain that raked through them. He ran back to his den, pouring the small amount of water he had on his moss, and rushing back, doing it again. It took five trips until he felt he was satisfied with the quantity of water he had dumped on his precious moss.
A day later, the same thief that loved plants had ended up at the Thief Lord's house again. He shifted in his area of the room.The Thief Lord turned, and muttered with obvious distaste, "I have a coin or two for you to take to a healer. If you spend it on drugs, food, drink, clothing, you cannot have any more. I am only doing this because all the other oafs that serve me do not thieve as well as you. Here." He beckoned Roach closer, and dropped two copper coins in his hand.
Roach happily bowed and left, his hand throbbing with the weight of the coins that had been dropped into the scored flesh. He quickly ran to the healer, a cheap one that sold her medicines and healing skills to almost anyone.
Half an hour later, a Roach walked out of the healer's shop, his hand deeply wounded but cleared of infection and dried blood.
A/N Sorry about the short chappie, I believe it is shorted than most. Read, Review, and Enjoy! (Or is it Read, Enjoy, and Review? Oh well...)
I have a new schedule, and this is how it goes:
A Thief's Life updated first.
Then Seven Axes.
Then Get to know each other.
Then... whatever I feel like updating! Hope that goes well.
Roach grumbled as he scaled another wall later that afternoon. What was he, a street rat and pickpocket, doing stealing statues off of Bag's walls? The first time he had expected a mere theft, but this building was guarded heavily by thorn bushes all around the wall. He climbed higher, wishing to be back at his den.
Roach was halfway up the building when he thought he saw a rose bush snake towards him, then stop abruptly. He shook his head. What chuffle, he thought with disgust. I'm going crazy like them mages who try to see the future. Roach looked up beyond the brick wall and saw a granite statue, shaped like a rose bush, nestled in between a couple of real briars.
Roach reached the top of the building and was about to snatch the statue when a rose shot out snared his hand, digging deep. He tugged, but the rose stayed firm, clasping on like a child to her toy.
The young thief groaned. Not now! He really was going mental. Whispering to it, he said lowly, "What are you? Some kind of... of mage tool?" A dull clunk of wood on brick sounded, like a person hitting a cane on a piece of stone.
The rose dug deeper, scarring the boy's hand. He yelped, and a door on the roof creaked open. "Who's there? It better ain't be some thief, trying to steal my roses!"
Roach bit his lip to stop from crying out in pain. What did that speaker think he was trying to steal, some bushes! The rose thorn pierced a muscle, and he yipped out loud like a wounded puppy.
The speaker, a woman, climbed out of the roof-door and headed towards Roach, snapping, "Get, whoever you are, move it!"
Roach winced in pain, forgetting his mission. The woman saw him, and raised the stick that she had been holded, and whipped it down.
A bush surged up in front of Roach. The thief's eyes widened. The bush had rose up? What was it? Magic? Well, the woman didn't look like she had magic... but certainly Roach didn't!
Roach jerked his hand, and finally loosed the barb from his hand. He looked down, and decided the jump wasn't long. He leapt, feet first, forgetting the stupid statue.
The woman yelled, "What was that, you little thief? Setting my plants against me! You-you- you mage!"
Roach almost laughed, but landing on the ground had jarred the nerves in his hand and sent waves of pain through him. He ran towards home, grasping the unscarred part of his injured hand.
"What is this? Fail an order by ME?" the Thief Lord raged. "This is disobedience, my thief!"
Roach quailed under the anger of the man. His hand throbbed, as if someone had slammed a hammer on it.
"And this will NOT get you ANY rewards, thief!" The man turned from the cringing thief. "Go."
Roach slipped away, the hand paining. A moon(That's a day, right? I mean, the moon comes out and all, but some people think it's a month. Well not in my fanfiction! :P) had passed, and the hand hurt as much as the day it was scarred. He growled at the rose bush, but then softened. Maybe he did have magic. Maybe his did-
No! Roach shook his head, and continued down the alley towards his den.
Swift and the gang ha managed to steal a whole roast chicken, but to a price. Slug had be wounded by a butcher's knife in the leg, and couldn't walk. He kicked out with his good leg in pain.
"Where is that wonderful lifestyle we were supposed to have, mates? Living offa rich Bag food. Instead, we get hurt just trying to stay alive. Huh! Some wonderful life!"
Roach entered, a strip of his shirt wrapped around his hand. Swift glared at the thief, asking, "Well?"
Roach ducked his head to prevent smacking himself on the ceiling, and muttered, "We don't get no reward."
Swift lashed out, catching the already wounded boy with a blow on the left arm, oppisite of the one that was wounded (I think).
"You! You lost us the respect of the Thief Lord, and we have only a day to meet his demands to theft from the mayor!"
Roach went to his corner, sore, hurt and tired. It had a been a long day, and dusk was coming. Swift rounded up the gang from areas around the den to inside it. He ordered Roach to stay. "You might lose us another robbery!"
The young boy felt hurt. He patted his patch of moss to calm himself, and gnawed on the leftover chicken. Nothing was getting better for him. Petting the moss, he realized with a jolt that it was dry.
He stepped out cautiously, looking around, then slipped behind the alley where a dripped water line supplied the gang with the small amount of water they have. He cupped his hands and ignored the shoot of pain that raked through them. He ran back to his den, pouring the small amount of water he had on his moss, and rushing back, doing it again. It took five trips until he felt he was satisfied with the quantity of water he had dumped on his precious moss.
A day later, the same thief that loved plants had ended up at the Thief Lord's house again. He shifted in his area of the room.The Thief Lord turned, and muttered with obvious distaste, "I have a coin or two for you to take to a healer. If you spend it on drugs, food, drink, clothing, you cannot have any more. I am only doing this because all the other oafs that serve me do not thieve as well as you. Here." He beckoned Roach closer, and dropped two copper coins in his hand.
Roach happily bowed and left, his hand throbbing with the weight of the coins that had been dropped into the scored flesh. He quickly ran to the healer, a cheap one that sold her medicines and healing skills to almost anyone.
Half an hour later, a Roach walked out of the healer's shop, his hand deeply wounded but cleared of infection and dried blood.
A/N Sorry about the short chappie, I believe it is shorted than most. Read, Review, and Enjoy! (Or is it Read, Enjoy, and Review? Oh well...)